The Past 12
Amelie let out a quiet breath of relief, the tension finally easing now that Anaya and Ophelia had left the house that night. She finished putting on her nightdress and brushing her hair, then moved toward the bed when Gabriel suddenly appeared, seemingly out of thin air, in front of her.
"You!" she exclaimed in shock, whipping her head around to check the door. Although it was locked, she wanted to be certain of their privacy.
Gabriel didn't answer her shock, choosing instead to pull her into a tight hug. She smiled, her hands moving instinctively to his sturdy back, feeling the hard muscles underneath the silk of his shirt.
"Is there something you're hiding from me?" Amelie suddenly asked, her relief abruptly overshadowed by doubt. She took a small step back, looking intently into his eyes. "Regarding our charts."
